The Hotel 2 (The Billionaire Seduction) by Lola Darling Read Free Book Online Page B

takes my face between his
hands and kisses me deeply, parting my lips with his tongue and
delving inside. I moan and slide my hands down his forearms, pulling
him into me as a sharp ache pulses between my legs. I can’t get
close enough. I want him against me, in me, on me—his taste,
his warmth. All of him.
    Suddenly, he takes my arm and
leads me back between the buildings. It’s a slim alleyway, set
back from the street, out of sight. Dom presses me against the wall
and claims my mouth again, harder now, hungry.
    Our kiss becomes frantic,
Dominic’s hands caressing my body, over my stomach and up to
cup and squeeze my breasts through my thin dress. I moan, arching
eagerly into his touch as I return the favor: my own hands roving
over the hard muscular planes of his chest. Already, I need more.
    I bring a hand to the waist of
his pants. His cock is hard and straining, but when I reach to grip
him, he pushes my hand aside. In one move, Dom grips my ass and lifts
me, wrapping my legs around his waist and slamming me back against
the wall. Now, his cock is pressed hard against me, grinding in
between my thighs, pressing against my panties and clit in delicious
pressure. Yes .
I grip his shoulders to keep from falling, wanting him right there,
deep inside.
    “I need you, Juliet.”
His voice is thick and low and the sound makes my pussy throb with a
restless ache. I squirm against him, reaching between us to unzip his
pants and free his thick, rigid cock. I stroke my thumb over his tip
and press it against me, tracing the wet lines of my opening. Dom
groans against my neck, grips my hips harder, and then suddenly slams
into me in one hard stoke.
    I cry out, he feels so good.
    Dom draws a ragged breath. He
withdraws, then plunges deeper again, deeper than ever before. His
hips grind against my clit, the angle perfect as he thrusts. The
bricks at my back keep me steady as he hammers in and out, and I dig
my fingers into his shoulders, moaning softly as he gives me all he’s
got.
    “Yes,” I whimper.
“More.”
    I feel the pleasure all the way
to my bones, rippling through my pussy with a fierce heat. Every
thick inch of him caresses my inner walls as he pulls out and pumps
back into me. My hands rove up and my fingers curl into his hair as
his nails bite into my hips. He thrusts again and I don’t hold
back, spiraling out of control, panting breathlessly as the orgasm
rips through me and Dom gives a final surge.
    “Fuck, Juliet!” he
growls.
    I feel him explode inside me, his
whole body shuddering with release as he joins me in ecstasy. I gasp
for air, intense heat still rushing through me as we breathe hard
together. His heartbeat thunders in his chest, and I concentrate on
the feel of it as I let the world come back to me.
    “Oh, God,” I exclaim.
“I just had sex in a Parisian alley.”
    He gives a low, throaty chuckle
as he carefully sets me down. My legs feel weak, my whole body aches,
but it’s a good sensation.
    It was worth it.
    We right our clothes and I smooth
his hair back into place. Dominic kisses me softly before taking my
hand again and leading me back to the sidewalk. I glance around, a
little paranoid that someone overheard us. But we’re alone in
the dark city.
    Dom waves down a cab, and we get
in. He drapes an arm around my shoulder and sinks back against the
seat, clearly exhausted, but I can’t stop looking at him.
    I can’t explain how I feel.
Emotion battles in my chest: exhilaration and excitement at war with
a deep content feeling. I’m happy with this man. Really happy.
    “What are you thinking?”
Dom asks. I’m surprised by the question. I can’t tell him
how I feel, because I’m not completely sure what it is.
Besides, it’s intense. And scary. And I’m not sure what
to make of it.
    “That this all seems like a
dream,” I say instead. “Or a fairy tale.”
    “And what am I?” Dom
asks, smiling in the dark. “The villain, or prince charming?”
    “Do you even need to